Anyhoo, it’s called PGDD or Pre Graduation Depression Disorder. Very real. This condition is similar to the Post Partum Baby Blues. Only mothers can get it. Crying jags. Everyday. The least little thing can set me off. A commercial, a song , a picture, or graduate riding home in my car from church. It doesn’t take much. And I’m not talking a tear or two, I’m talking a full on ugly cry. I can usually feel it coming on and get it under control, but everyday it’s getting harder to deal with.
I have ten more days to deal with this. I know I should be excited. I would really have something to cry about if she were flunking out of school and not graduating…that would be stressful. I should be excited and feel honored to have a straight A, honor class takin’, board game playin’, almost graduate living in my house. But I’m not excited. Not right now. I’m wallering in my PGDD the next ten days. I've been playing that Pomp & Circumstance at that Pre-K graduation for the last seven years and making those mommas cry. And now it's my turn. I hate that music. That music makes me not want to go to the graduation. I would rather go get a
I know I should be doing some cartwheels because at the end of this very week I will have one less lunch to pack. And we all know that the hardest thing in the world about being a mother is packing that lunch box.
Oh I kid. Not really but that would be an appropriate place to put that sarcastic “Oh I kid” thing that everyone does into my writing.
Oh and then I have this to deal with…
I just hung it up a few weeks ago. I kept it in a box for several months because it was too much for me to take. I know its b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l. But she has a black drape and pearls around her neck and I don’t like it. I don’t like it one bit. I didn’t like it the day it happened and I still don’t like it. Not one bit. I have to look at it everyday when I walk through the living room and I don’t like it. Sometimes I just sit on the couch and stare at it. I still don’t like it. It’s taunting me. Nanananabooboo, I’m going to graduate and you can’t stop me. I’ll love it on May 25. But not right now. Not one bit.
Everyday I think…I had the power to hold this child back a year and I didn’t. That was so stupid. Her teachers never recommended that I hold her back a year, but I could have. But I didn’t. All you moms that did that…smart thinkin’. That was a smooth move. Only wish I had thought of it.
I just like to keep you informed. Your day will come Big Nanny blog readers. Your day will come. I will be here to walk you through it. If your child is going to kindergarten in the fall and you are sad. I can’t muster up and ounce of sympathy for ya. Not a single ounce. Because I’m having my own little pity party over here at Big Nanny’s House.